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Isabel Night
Blackened clouds envelop my heart
As realization seeps inside
Sifted between the hourglass of life
I have gone astray
To treasure what is mine
Who can be judged by damnation?
That iron meter, which evaluates time
Will his gaze forever chain us?
Captive in those lustrous spiteful eyes
Cut to pieces by the Ronin Warriors
His energy still dwells
In that repugnant prison
Which is never seen
Only sensed in gated Hell
Even after his demise
I sometimes have this dream
Where his laughter beckons my darker nature
And the cobra emerges to feed
I slither through the twilight
The scent of prey animates my need
One strike--
And it is done
Now the weak are forced to entreat me
I savor the power of life and death
I am a god; can they not see
My reign ends when I spot his corpse
Subsequently, I am thrown back into reality
I awaken to a quiet room
Sweat drips down in beads
I silently scream and curse myself
What I must I do to be rid of him?
He who rouses these lifelike dreams
I dare not tell my fellows
About this crimson-bathed reverie
I fear for what I once was
Moreover, something I might never be
I refuse to be chained to my past
Yet the serpent inhabits my soul
Is my darker nature still demanding?
Thirsting for blood--
Seeking to dominate us all
THE END
End Notes-I would like to thank everyone who has read and/or reviewed this poem. The title of this poem, Memoria, is the Latin version of the word memory.